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Chapter 3 Chapter 3
"Buy England to play Paraguay, 1-0."
When Jiang Wang returned to the sports lottery station, there were still three or four people who gathered here in the morning to drink tea and play cards.
Someone recognized him and beckoned familiarly: "Brother, come and fight."
"No," the man took out all the remaining change, and pushed it in front of the old man without counting: "Buy all of England."
"Tengbo, you're still complaining about the bad business." The uncle sitting next to the fan lit a cigarette and laughed: "When the World Cup comes, let alone a few of our brothers sneaking over here to watch the game, and I've seen several new faces. ."
Teng Bo recovered the money much faster. He didn't forget to look up at Jiang Wang when he passed the money detector.
The young man was a soldier at first sight.
Eagle-eyed sword brows are still stained with a hostile aura that doesn't fit in with the group.
"From the provincial capital?"
Jiang Wang picked up the Nanjing handed over by a stranger next to him, and said casually, "It's not important."
The cigarette hander heard about his bet early this morning, and now he followed suit and bought England, eagerly waiting for the result.
June and July are hot flashes. The big fan on the top of the small shop is turning leisurely, and the small fan is blowing and sweating profusely. The players obviously have no interest in playing cards.
The townspeople knew each other, and whoever married the girl to another province in order to rip off the onion, all of them could be the snacks of the townspeople.
Tossing and chewing until it was boring, and there were good things to talk about a few times, so that the neighbors and relatives could find some new jokes.
Jiang Wang glanced at their prying eyes, took a puff of cigarette and sat beside the card table.
"I don't know anything else," he said slowly. "Fortune-telling has been learned from the master in the Taoist temple. Fifty-one hexagrams are not much, and if you don't work well, you will pay ten times."
He is short of rent money.
Small houses are cheap, and a decent two-bedroom apartment is only a few hundred months smaller, and it can be assembled before the sun goes down.
As soon as the words came to this point, a few people in the store were obviously interested.
"Fifty is so expensive?" The oily-faced middle-aged man pretended to be offended: "It's only twenty when you go to the temple to get a lottery."
Jiang Wang glanced at the black and white screen and did not answer.
"This guy guessed right in the morning, and now he's gone," the thin man joked: "I just won a few hundred, come and play once."
He swiped the whole hundred beside the card table directly in front of Jiang Wang, and twisted it with his fingers and shook it.
"Fake one pays ten, you said."
Jiang Wang looked at the money and said lightly, "Shen, right?"
The skinny monkey-like man was stunned for a moment, a little speechless.
"Your daughter-in-law is having an affair with someone else, go home."
"No—how are you—" the surnamed Shen immediately became anxious, stood up and pointed at his nose and scolded swear words: "I think you are so fucking stupid?!"
Jiang Wang leaned against the chair and moved his lower knuckles, and said lazily, "I won't be able to catch anyone later."
There was silence in the lottery shop for a while, Thin Monkey blushed and scolded him fiercely, and left without taking any money.
As a result, he never came back in the afternoon.
A poker player in the middle tentatively made a phone call, and there were yelling and a woman's faint cry from the other end.
When everyone was stunned, the old man held his head and took out a stack of red notes.
"England 1-0, it's done."
Jiang Wang calmly took the money and put it in his pocket, and when he looked at the others, he found that there was a little more fear in their eyes.
They looked at him like they were looking at a cuckold detector.
"I'll be back tomorrow." He smiled: "See you later."
12,000 yuan, 400 yuan is removed from the rent, 100 yuan is exchanged for a cheap second-hand PHS, and the rest is reserved as a business reserve.
In 2006, if hoarded more than a dozen houses, in the future, the rent alone would be enough to support the whole family for a lifetime.
The landlord was in his fifties and was called Sister Zou by the neighbors. The first time he saw such a cheerful person, he hurriedly signed a contract and counted the money.
"My house is in a good location. The bus stop is just outside the door, and the school is just across the street. Many teachers live in this community. You can make money!"
Jiang Wang looked at the dark and dirty room like a rough house, and did not sign immediately.
"Is it powered on?"
"It's connected, the socket is there, you have to go to the telecommunications place to access the Internet," Sister Zou was afraid that he would regret it, so she hurriedly said: "I have everything in this place, so you can live well if you just pack it up. ."
"Don't look at the room without a bed or refrigerator, but the lighting is good!"
Jiang Wang scolded with a smile in his heart, and wrote his name in two strokes.
"But there's a word in front of me," the fat woman's expression suddenly became solemn: "I can't control what profession you do, don't bring any nonsense people into the room, understand what I mean?"
"I don't have that hobby."
There are two types of apartments in Tongzilou. He lives in a small two-bedroom in the corner. The large windows are good for light and sound insulation is poor. With the windows closed, you can hear the horns of the hawkers.
The house was completely undecorated, the floor was dark and it looked like barley could be grown, the wiring on the ceiling was as flamboyant as the arteries, and the only furniture was a small light bulb that was glued to the wall with tape.
The smart touch screen machine was immersed in water for too long and lost the chance of rescue. It was thrown into the drawer of the small broken table, and almost stabbed a spider's nest.
Thinking about it carefully, he has to accompany him to finish primary school in this house, and maybe he will save money to study for himself in college.
...I feed myself, fuck.
Jiang Wang rubbed his brows, picked up the key and went out.
The gates of Hongshan Elementary School opened at 4:30 in the afternoon, and a group of muddy-colored children rushed out.
When Peng Xingwang came out with his homework in his arms, he probed his head, and when he turned his head, he saw a tall, dark-faced man among the white-haired grandparents.
"Mr. Ji - he's here!" Peng Xingwang quickly shook his hand and motioned the teacher behind him to look over there.
Jiang Wang was originally harassed by a bunch of over-energized bastards and wanted to bring a machine gun. When he heard Peng Xingwang's voice, he raised his head and realized that the child was leading a young teacher over, and his conditioned reflex took a step back.
"So here, are you a family member of Peng Xingwang?" The young man let the child hold him tightly, and smiled with light dimples on his cheeks: "I am his English teacher, my surname is Ji."
Jiang Wang refused to look into his eyes and nodded without looking away.
"Go, go home."
"Wait a minute," Teacher Ji said gently: "This child has been lacking...care, is it convenient to leave a contact information?"
Peng Xingwang was quietly relieved when he watched the two exchange contact information.
In this way, even if I was sold off by the police uncle, I can still find it, okay.
A group of children, like SpongeBob SquarePants, took turns saying hello to the teacher, Jiang Wang said a few simple goodbyes, and led Peng Xingwang into the crowded small stationery store next door.
Children's attention is not on the spinning top of spicy ice cream.
"Are you afraid of Teacher Ji?"
Jiang Wang glanced at his young and immature face, and his voice was very low.
"Not afraid."
"Mr. Ji is the most beautiful teacher in our school!" Peng Xingwang looked happy: "He sings very well, and he never kills us!"
...so you stick to people all day long.
Jiang Wang squinted his eyes and didn't say what he disliked.
"Go and pick a schoolbag. If you don't have a book and ruler, buy it quickly."
However, Peng Xingwang refused to stop the topic, and said very seriously: "Brother, I like Teacher Ji very much. Do you like him too?"
"..."
When he led Peng Xing back to the guest house, Jiang Wang glanced at the garbage truck several times.
It's strange, I usually don't speak without speaking, is this tickler picking up the wrong person?
The child didn't notice the adult version's urge to throw people, and jumped for a long time with a new schoolbag and a little yellow hat on his back.
"If we didn't live in a guest house, would it be like a family?"
He felt that the elder brother was actually not bad.
Anyway, it's better to go anywhere than to go back to Dad, at least not to be beaten.
The red light turned green, Jiang Wang stretched out his hand and twisted the upright little yellow hat he was wearing, and strode forward.
"Already have a house."
"I'll clean up tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and you can move in here."
The two of them drank dumpling soup and ate fried dumplings with cabbage and pork together downstairs in the guest house.
The table in the guest house is also equipped with a lamp, which is much better than the children's previous learning conditions.
Peng Xingwang muttered while doing arithmetic, and Jiang Wang sat behind him and flipped through the newspaper.
Turned a few pages and put it down.
"How about you change your name later."
When he was first born, his family's name was very perfunctory, but it was actually Peng Xingwang.
The meaning is to look forward to the continuous incense of the old Peng family, and the prosperity of the ancestors from generation to generation.
The relatives who have read the book can't stand it, and they say that the peasant calls this broken name, and they choose the two words a little bit, and then they become Xingwang.
Later, when he was fifteen years old, he joined the army in advance with special sports recruiting, and he found out that he was a black family.
When was first born, the household registration was loose, and small towns didn’t care about this, just get a new form to complete it.
He didn't have the slightest memory of the city or his origins, he lied that his mother's surname was Jiang, and changed the name again.
Will forget, forget it is best.
Peng Xingwang was still struggling with the four operations, and he snapped his fingers to and fro before he could react.
"Ah? Change it to what?"
Jiang Wang suddenly laughed.
"They call you Wang Zi in school, aren't you angry?"
"Don't be angry." Peng Xingwang sat on the high chair and dangled his feet, as solid and lively as a little Labrador: "They all think I smell bad, so it would be nice to call me by my name. "
Jiang Wang was about to train him when PHS beeped beeping in his pocket.
This phone has a number stored.
Jiang Wang's eyes sank, and he went to the balcony.
"Hello, is this Mr. Jiang?"
"Ok."
"I'm Teacher Ji, we met in the afternoon."
Jiang Wang looked down at the distance smeared by the dim yellow light, and didn't make a sound for a long time.
"Peng Xingwang's family affairs... You said you have a basic understanding."
"If it is convenient, please take him to the hospital for a physical examination to confirm whether he is healthy."
The man's voice is clear and smooth, as if he will always keep a bit of tenderness towards the world.
"I've always been concerned about him." w, please keep in mind:,,,